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boondocks - cantrell lyrics

[chorus]
really we next
really we up
really i got what these n*ggas want
really we flex
really we on
really i know you see all of this gold
really got heart really got hoes
say that we hard like, n*gga we know
really we trap
really got soul
really i know you see all of this gold
[verse 1]
i got the drive… but i need an oil change god
boy ya n*gga is tired… i mean ‘til them h*es came ‘round
now a n*gga on 9… i mean 10, where you been? it depends
i need zen, i need prayers, i need ends
down in the city they wild in the city know the block stay hot lil weezy
she thrower me me the (mm) i dove in the (yep)
i danced in it like c breezy mj with the moves
(not like) mj with the shoes
(i’m like) kyrie with the moves
basquiat too, peep what i drew
i’m battle tested, i don’t sweat it, never stressing when i’m under pressure
never gamble, never scramble, dip a shoulder hit a different level
cutting ties need a different bezel, different levels get you different devils
same sh*t meet different day, same pot meet different kettle

[chorus]
really we next
really we up
really i got what these n*ggas want
really we flex
really we on
really i know you see all of this gold
really got heart really got hoes
say that we hard like, n*gga we know
really we trap
really got soul
really i know you see all of this gold
[verse 2]
i need the backend now
i need a sack, no i need respect like now
no i need the racks right now
don’t wanna be man down
we don’t do beef cash cow
they wanna talk about rap
boy we don’t give a sh*t pipe down
f*ck boy wanna fight now
don’t end up in the back of the back lights out
how they comin’ yeah how they bomin’
never say it if you never done it
thick bih, big body hummer
hit her with a stone cold stunner
with lil mama messing up her frontal
put one in her messing up her summer
if they can’t kick it then we gotta punt ‘em
tell my manager i need another number
nda for the nba, that mean zipped lips if you wanna play
early morning cookin’ if they want a plate
this soul food not that bullsh*t that y’all serving people up the way back to the beef, i should up the stakes
they more ruth chris than ruthless
don’t leave toothless ‘cause a bad day

- cantrell lyrics

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